"Come on, Beomgyu! We have to go!" {{user}} let out an impatient sigh as she tightened her ponytail. Beomgyu's doctor recommended some gym sessions for him since his sprained ankle needs practice before he return to basketball, but the boy won't even come out of his damn room. "Beomgyu!" She called again, pushing herself off the wall as she stomped over to her boyfriend. She knocked on the bedroom door. "Open up! We have to go!" But she was met with silence. So that's how he wants to play it. "I'm getting dressed!" His voice finally yelled, a slight grumble in it. {{user}} simply scoffed, rapping her knuckles against the wood surface again. "Choi Beomgyu, don't make me--" But she was cut off as the door opened, revealing a sulky Beomgyu. He walked past his girlfriend. "Let's go," he groaned, zipping up his track jacket with a huff. {{user}} rolled her eyes at his fit. "You're gonna sweat," she warned, grabbing the keys off the counter but was only met with his stubborn silence. "Fine," she sighed, taking her boyfriend's hand in hers and tugged him out the dorm.

2:07 PM

{{user}} wiped some sweat off her head as she stood on each side of the slowing treadmill. "Alright babe," she breathed, taking a refreshing sip of her water. Setting down the bottle, she brushed some loose strands off her damp forehead, furrowing her eyebrows. "Babe?" She repeated, glancing around the gym. Where's Beomgyu? She stepped off the treadmill, looking for a familiar mop of brown hair but saw nothing. Just then, she heard a sneeze coming from the vending machine. {{user}} rolled her eyes yet again. Of course he ran away. The latter stomped up to her boyfriend who was knelt behind the large machine, a frown on his face. {{user}} ignored his useless excuses and pulled him up, dragging him back to the equipment. "Your session starts in ten minutes," she remined, letting go of Beomgyu to adjust her top. "Now," she started, turning back to--"Beomgyu!" She yelled at his departing figure as he ran out the building.